Jami, Part-Time Sapphic

TBH, it sounds like the mental gymnastics I live with, where I'm a strong, capable person but also any slight rejection means I'm a trash human.

But in my case, it's a trauma response. No idea what their excuse is.

For anyone interested, the book Chemistry for Breakfast by Mai Thi Nguyen-Kim has a whole section on how fluoride works on our teeth, why health concerns are based on flawed science, and why fluoride replacements are bunk. Maybe RFK Jr could read it. Or maybe the words are too big for him.

Apropos of nothing, but if I were in that marble shitter, I would be overcome with vertigo. Also, I have a bathroom with a slick floor, and it's a fucking health hazard to me as a disabled 40-year-old.

(Final note: Do rich people not need storage in their bathrooms? My gods.)

I live in one of those terrified rural towns where they only do Trunk-or-Treat and daylight events, because "crime" (in our town of 17k)

I would LOVE to give king-sized candy to our kids. But we never get trick-or-treaters anymore. Everyone's too afraid (of mountain lions, maybe?)

As someone who's been on SNAP, it was a godsend when I was doing civil service. You're 10000% correct, this is totally not how it works.

And honestly, not only is it HORRENDOUSLY RACIST to call out weaves etc., but I wish you COULD get non-food things. When you're poor, everything is a treasure.

One thing I've learned from a week in Vegas:

The deserts in Oregon are not arid. I didn't know what the word "arid" meant until I traveled to Nevada. My nose is bleeding, my skin is reptilian, and I can't stay fucking hydrated.

DIMENSION 20 TOMORROW, BABY

I’m officially claiming Emma Thompson as my ancestor. Yes, I know she’s not dead. No, I will not be taking questions at this time.

Jesus Christ, someone tell these people to unplug and touch some damn grass. The closest I’ve ever come to using AI is accidentally reading one of those summaries at the top of your Google search.

I'm glad you wrote this. I don't follow any sports, but I still support the people who are passionate about it, because I'd expect them to do the same for me. Sports are a great unifying factor the world over, and demeaning it all because of a few stereotypes is both hypocritical and ludicrous.

I apologize, I'm not trying to be rude. I'm just Pagan, and though I worship the Greeks, it's important to me that we're not erased. This sentiment was offered with an honest, earnest spirit of friendship. I'm sorry if it was received in an offensive way. That wasn't my intention at all.

Do be careful when you're using that information, though. As much as a lot of Norse enthusiasts are racists, Pagans who worship the Norse pantheon and are perfectly respectable people also exist. Their religion has been appropriated by these bigots, and they don't deserve it.

Ooh, I had that day before yesterday. I was wearing a low-cut dress that my wife described as “very booby, I like it”, and I made the mistake of taking a nap in it.

A monster was unleashed that day.

One of my former students that I'm close to reached out the other day and I found out she has two children. Last I knew, she was pregnant with the first. Where did the second one even come from?

I feel like so many of us now will post big life events on a social media platform and use that as our announcement. And then the rest of us (especially those who take breaks to unplug) are at the mercy of the algorithm and we just... miss shit.

Do you know anything about how this industry does mark-ups for plus-sized clothing, and how that affects American manufacturing of larger sizes? Just curious.

Block them and move on. They came here to stir the pot and to troll us, and we shouldn't be credulous enough to fall for it.

I know we're all overwhelmed and overstimulated by terrible news right now, but let's all touch some grass and unplug for a hot minute. We're just falling into a trap.

Powerful letter from a non-verbal autistic person. Give it two minutes of your night and feel your heart expand.

Hey, that's okay. Wasco County definitely could use someone looking out for them. I've lived in EO for various portions of my life, and at one point, was doing AmeriCorps service out that way. My sister lives in Condon (and she's fully drunk the kool-aid, unfortunately.) All my best to you!

Bed-time snuggles are the greatest.

My wife and I are going to be in Las Vegas in a week or so, and I know it's going to be fun, that we're going to see some once-in-a-lifetime things. But also... I'm really scared to leave my cats.

So I feel you.

I hope your kitties give you a ton of snuggles when you get home.

My wife is, and we're in Pendleton. She wants to try on her own first, (there's apparently a process she can go through that sometimes works) but her department is going through a thing where they refused to replace the last retiree and now everyone's paid the same to work more.

Hey, I'm from Pendleton! I couldn't show (disability issues) but I was there in spirit. How many did we get?

This is so shitty, because I'm disabled and can't see through my front door. So I have a Ring to help me see if I need to answer the door, which is hard for me. But I don't want to help any organization target my neighbors. Guess we'll go without.

Okay, so I finally caught Scream (1996) today. It was a fun time.

I have to say, the whole section on "Jamie Lee, show us your tits" is certainly something (coming from someone whose name is Jami Lee, after the Scream Queen.) I had the weirdest impulse to flash the screen...

It's giving 2010 KFC and the Double Down.

I'm going to Las Vegas at the end of the month (sort of a late 40th birthday trip to see Dimension 20's live show.) I've strictly promised myself: I can only bring three books.

Now, I have a TBR that is approximately 3 bookCASES large. Double-stacked. It's bad, y'all. What's a girl to do?

I was the top of my class when I graduated. Aced every AP class. They created three college courses for me because I ran out of things to meet reqs.

I missed G&T by like, a few points because I was a year younger than the other kids. And I felt like a failure for 12 years when kids mentioned it.

I mean John Carpenter's 1982 film. But I'll add this one as well.

This gives me all sorts of feel-goods. I will fantasize about telling this to my dad for a long time. And maybe the next time he tells me something like how to solder a flute (he's a retired prison guard, I'm a musician, and this is a very very bad idea) I'll think of you and speak the magic words.

I started with horror novels, not horror movies, so every once in a while I watch a few, just to catch me up. Current TBW: Train to Busan, Nope, The Thing (older version), Until Dawn, Scream, The Conjuring. Any recs are welcome!